In mysterious ways your soul sinks downAs eerie constellations told of it beforeThis time you cannot hideA maelstrom of inhuman fearsAnd the only way goes down... Down... Down...Gone days of phantasmagoriaWelcome to the necromantic galleryWhere nightmares become so realAnd souls are stigmatized with the sign of impurityMisshapen silhouettes so awakeBlack faces and only shades of greyDistorted incarnationsAnd prayers for aeons unheardIn wastelands of delusionDesolation all aroundWelcome to the promised landWhere no single beam of light ever touched the groundLife eternal in a traumatic fadeBelieve me this is not a dreamThese dead eyes you are gazing at are yoursCall it heaven, call it hell...This is where the restless dwell!